Chapter 1

Dr. Heart walked with brisk excitement as she lead Emily into the main lab. “You’re in for a treat today Emily. I’m going to show you the Nurse Margaret Medical System, it’s our pride and joy here. It’s where your coding skills will shine and help us move to the next phase with this breakthrough medical system. Are you Ready?”

Her lab coat swished as she led the way toward a heavy metal security door, its steel face etched with red letter that said (Authorized Personnel Only). She swiped her badge, and the door clicked open, revealing a large room bathed in light.

Emily followed, her sneakers scuffing the polished floor as they approached a massive black box. It loomed ahead, a towering structure of matte obsidian metal, its edges sharp and seamless, it was about the size of a small warehouse. It was mostly featured other than some thin vents along its top exhaling an, ionized machine smell that tingled Emily nose as they approached.

Dr. Heart stopped in front of it, her voice warm with reverence. “Emily, meet the Nurse Margaret Medical Suite System. This is what you’ll be perfecting.” She swiped her badge again, and a pair of double airlock doors hissed open, releasing a gust of cool, antiseptic air. “Come follow me, let’s step inside and I will show you system.”

Emily walked through the double airlocks doors and crossed the threshold, the chamber opening around her. The room was truly vast and pristine, its walls, floor, and ceiling coated in a smooth, white latex-like skin that gleamed under recessed lights. The air hummed faintly, carrying a sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic and latex.

Suspended from the centre of the ceiling hung a large cube a compact prism of steel and glass, and latex like material that pulsed with soft blue light along its edges, it was connected by multiple conduits to the ceiling and hung in the centre of the room.

Dr. Heart gestured upward. “That’s the brain that controls it all inside that computer cube. It controls everything: inside this room, the tools, the robots. A patient simply steps in, sits down, and it runs everything exams, procedures, labs, all automated by it.” She tilted her head toward Emily. “Impressive right?”

“It’s…a lot to take in,” Emily said, craning her neck as she looked up and around the large space “So the cube’s the core, and the room’s just… an extension of it?”

“Exactly,” Dr. Heart replied, nodding. “The cube’s the intelligence diagnostics, decision making and commands system. The box is everything else robot assistances, medical chair, tools, labs.

The room itself has everything inside the walls, tools, equipment, lab, drugs you name wired and connected to follow the cubes commands. Sci-fi truly finally made real.” She paused. “Any questions so far Emily?”

Emily frowned, processing everything she had heard. “Exactly how hands on is it, day to day I mean ?”

“You sit, in the medical chair it scans, your body and any issue that is detected can than be analyzed and in theory act on and fix any medical issue you can think of with speed and precision.” Dr. Heart said, her tone crisp and confident.

“The cube directs; the rest follows. Take a look at its main helpers.” She pointed to the walls, where two figures stood in charging bays.

The Nurse Margaret robots were modelled to look like older white women, their synthetic forms radiating a maternal trusting care.

Their pale, glossy latex skin, stretching over soft, rounded bodies with full hips and bosoms hugged by green scrub dresses. White tights clad sturdy legs, ending in polished medical nursing shoes. Silver-white hair sat in tight buns, framing faces with laugh lines and gentle jowls. Unblinking blue eyes and mouths gazed ahead, serene yet still, while numbers 1 and 2 where etched into there scrub dress on each shoulder. They also had large screens, that were imbedded into there chests.

“They’re uncanny human looking,” Emily murmured, stepping closer to inspect them. “Why make them look like older women?”

“Trust,” Dr. Heart said, folding her arms. “Like a sweet older maternal looking aunt type you’d lean on and trust.

The screens can show vitals, medical information or explain procedures to the patient or switch to show emotional faces.

Their actually faces can’t move or talk yet still a ways from them showing true emotion in their faces.

However their hands” she nodded at Robots long, latex fingers “cut cleaner than any surgeon’s. Flawless, mostly.”

“Mostly?” Emily asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dr. Heart’s lips quirked. “Procedures are solid with speed, and precision. However the diagnostics on the lab are prone to some glitches and misread still happen leading to some errors in with false positives on medical issues. The cube’s logic system also stumbles to understand medical consent, and allowing a patient choices if a procedure is truly what they want.

That’s why you’re here Emily to fix those kind of coding issues so we can move past the beta stage and start phase one patient testing.”

Emily’s gaze shifted to the medical chair below the cube a sleek, white latex-like table. Its padded arms and legs hinted at recessed areas where things like restraints could come out and multiple slots near it base hinting at further configuration options.

“Is that the main patient chair?” she asked, pointing.

“Yes it is,” Dr. Heart said, tapping its armrest. “Sit there, and the cube takes over, with the assistance of the two nurse Margaret robots performing most of the procedures. They will respond to you and the commands of the cube. The nurse robots voices are suppose to sound maternal sometimes it’s too much I have been told.”

“They tend to address you as dear, sweetheart & darling like a doting maternal grandmother or aunt. Test patients either love it or squirm saying it’s creepy or condescending.” She chuckled. “You’ll see as you work on the system.”

Emily smirked faintly. “So I’m debugging the system for medical lab glitches and fixing the robots bedside manner?”

“Both,” Dr. Heart said, her tone firm but warm. “It’s a beta genius, but it’s rough. Try it out this today get a feel for the ‘Nurse Margaret Medical System’ before you go home for the weekend. I will show you the full code and list of compete issues on Monday.”

She turned toward the airlock doors, calling back, “Lock up when you’re done. It’s all yours to work with now I’m excited to see what you can do.”

The doors stayed open as she stepped out, her silhouette fading into the antechamber till Emily heard a fading boom as she exited the main steel doors.

Emily’s look lingered, as she watched the cube hum overhead mingling with the room’s quiet machine pulse, the white chair catching her eye. “Test it myself hmmm?” she muttered, her gut tightening. The system felt alive almost too alive and she wasn’t sure she trusted it. Or what Dr. Heart said it was capable of doing.

“I don’t know about trusting my body to a computer and robots.” She paced the room a little as she, glanced at the main console on the wall. “Hmmm but Dr. Heart did say to get a feel for the system. If I’m fixing this thing, I’ve got to see where it’s breaking and glitching, so I can address those issues. The lab glitches, name issue, consent problems and procedure consent. I can’t debug it blind those without seeing it in action or where the faults tend to occurs often.”

Her fingers twitched, itching to code as she loved the thrill of diving into digital world. “Okay, fine one quick test run too understand the ‘Nurse Margaret Medical System’ better before I go home for the weekend.”

She walked over approaching the console a sleek glass panel jutting from the latex wall

near the airlock doors, its edges glowing faintly. The screen flared to life at her touch, text scrolling in crisp white text.

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[SYSTEM READY]

> FULL PHYSICAL EXAM

> PATIENT PROFILE: [ERROR: NO PROFILE AVAILABLE] - Null Input - Code-Error 110112

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“No profile available makes sense but - Null input & Coding Error?” Emily frowned, tapping the profile field. Red code flashed and garbled code popped up with fragmented lines as she tried to view the profile tab.

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[ERROR 0xFATAL: PROFILE UNDEFINED]

[PARSING FAILURE: ID-Null - HTMl sec per connection timed out]

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“That is sloppy,” she muttered. “No profile validation check and errors in menu selection at start not promising. Will need to fix that to start.” She typed “Emily” into the patient name field, the screen stuttering and flashed green as code raced along the bottom for a few seconds. Before a flash and a picture of Emily appeared in the profile tab beside her name.

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[PROCESSING: PATIENT "Emily"]

[LOADING MODULES…]

[DIAGNOSTIC ARRAY: OK]

[PROCEDURE PROTOCOL: OK]

[LOGIC CORE: WARNING - BETA BUILD SYSTEM UNSTABLE]

> RUN PROGRAM

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“Beta build system unstable,” she read aloud, smirking faintly. “Guess it’s going to be a while before we move out of it and into phase 1. Alright, show me your bugs.” Her finger hovered over the green “Run Program” button, pulse quickening. “God, I hope this isn’t a terrible mistake.” She said out loud as her finger tentatively pressed the green button.

The tablet immediately sank into the wall with a soft click, and the room stirred to life. The airlock doors whispered closed, a gentle shhh followed by the muted clack-clack of locks engaging, sealing her inside the room as the Nurse Margaret Medical Suite System powered on and came fully online.

A low hum rose from the floor and walls steady and soft, as the cube overhead pulsed blue more intensely with a slow, rhythmic way like a distant heartbeat starting.

The air shifted, growing charged, electric prickles danced along Emily’s arms as circulation fans ramped up, the sterile scent sharpened around her with each breath.

A surgical light blazed on, bathing the white medical chair in bright white light. The two Nurse Margaret robots unplugged from their bays, gliding toward Emily with synchronized steps, their silver-white buns glinting. There screens showing code and flashing before stabilizing to a smile.

“Hello, Patient Emily,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, her voice a warm alto, firm yet still with an undertone of machine to it but still rather human sounding and gentle. Her pale, latex face tilted slightly, blue eyes unblinking and mouth unmoving.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 approached and stood beside her, soft and rounded, her full hips swaying slightly. “Please undress completely, dear,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 urged, her chest screen flickering with a digital smile.

Emily clutched her sweater, hesitating. Nurse Margaret Robot 2 stepped closer, her smooth latex hand hovered near Emily’s arm. “Come now, sweetheart,” she cooed. “No need to be hesitant do you need help? I’ll help you get undress.” Her fingers brushed Emily’s sweater tugging upwards gently.

“Ahh no thank you I’ve got it,” Emily replied quickly, surprised at how human they behaved as she, stepping back from the robots raised arm. The Nurse Margaret Robot 2’s hand paused, her smile on screen unwavering. “Alright, dear, you do it,” she said softly. “Everything off, though.”

A bin slid from the wall a sleek, rectangular chute of polished steel, its edges lined with rubber seals. A faint hum emanated from within, and a soft blue light pulsed at its base.

Emily took a breath and began to take off her clothing stripped off her sweater, jeans, socks, underwear and bra each piece dropping into the chute. The bin swallowed them with a mechanical whir, as she dropped her black panties inside the chute it withdrew sealing with a soft hiss as it locked.

“Such a good girl,” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 purred, guiding Emily to the medical chair. Its white latex surface was slick and cool, molding to her bare thighs as she lay down.

Restraints than unfurled soft bands of the same latex like material coiling around her wrists and ankles, firm yet pliant.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1’s chest screen lit up with text.

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[FULL PHYSICAL EXAM - PATIENT: EMILY]

- Blood Draw

- Full Body Scan

- Laboratory (Urine Sample)

- Gynecological Examination

- Anal Examination

- Dental Examination

[ESTIMATED DURATION: 30 MINUTES]

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A chime sounded and Nurse Margaret 1 screen showed ‘Blood Draw’

“Relax, sweetheart,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, her synthetic screen smile returning as latex robotic arms glossy black, their surfaces gleaming extended downward from the cubes compartments. They held a stainless steel tray that had a smart IV cuff, green surgical gown, and surgical gloves. They swayed slightly as they descended to a surgical table that materials by the chair.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 lifted the surgical gown a, crisp green texture smooth yet stiff. She slipped her arms through the sleeves, the material rustling softly as it settled over her scrub dress. Turning slightly, she pulled the ties taut, knotting them at her back and neck with precise, surgeon-like skill.

She stretched the latex gloves over her smooth hands, each finger sliding in with a deliberate snap, the cuffs snapping snugly over the gown’s green sleeves, the latex gleaming under the light.

“Time for your blood draw, dear,” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 said.

As she brought over the smart IV cuff that had a clear-windowed, its edges lined with sensors. Emily watched with some concern but also interest as the nurse Margaret robot 1 placed it over Emily’s upper arm with a soft hiss. Its pumped rhythmically, squeezing her arm, her veins bulging visibly through the window. What is that thing? Emily thought, her eyes widening as she watched the cuff work.

An IV needle extended, pricking her skin with a quick job sliding into a vein, blood flowing dark red into a vial. The cuff after a moment withdrew the needle, applying a pressure bandage with a firm press, and the vial was ejected and a robotic arm zipped it upward into the cube for lab analysis.

“Good girl,” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 cooed, “That’s going straight to the lab for analysis.”

A robotic arm than extended with a scanner a flat, oval disc pulsing with green light. It hovered over Emily, as it started at her head, its beam tracing her scalp, prickling her skin with static.

Emily Internal; This is insane they’re scanning me like I’m some kind of machine, she thought, her breath catching as it slid down neck, shoulders, chest pausing over her breasts, the light flickering as it mapped her bodies contours, her nipples hardening in the charged cool air.

It glided lower, scanning her abdomen, hips, thighs, then back up, lingering on her pulse points, a faint beep signaling completion. It’s too thorough too fast it feels like it’s too much, she mused, unease creeping in as the exam continued.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2’s screen updated: VITALS STABLE.

A chime rang, the cube’s fans whirring louder. “Urine sample next, sweetheart,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 announced. Latex robotic arms stretched from the cube, lowering a tray with a smart catheter, and collection bag onto the surgical table.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 picked it up and approached her with it.

Emily’s eyes widened at the smart catheters thin, flexible tube with glowing micro-sensors along its length. “Wait I don’t need that! I can just pee normally into a cup!” she objected, her voice sharp with surprise.

“Shhh, dear, we’ll take care of everything, just lay still” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 said, her screen flashing a reassuring smile, her smooth hand patting Emily’s thigh. “This method ensures a perfect sample, sweetheart no need to worry.”

The restraints clicked, spreading her legs wide, padded stirrups rising, molding snugly to her calves and thighs, locking her feet in place, knees bent high. Her thighs splayed open, exposing her vagina fully with her labia parting slightly, revealing the delicate, pink inner parts, glistening faintly in the sterile air, her urethral slit a tiny, vulnerable opening above her vagina.

Emily blushed, her cheeks burning at how exposed and vulnerable she was in his splayed position.

“Relax, sweetheart, this will only take a moment,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 murmured. “We’re getting a perfect sample for the lab to analyze.” Her smooth, latex gloves fingers pressed gently against Emily’s outer labia, parting her wide slowly, and deliberately spreading the thicker, protective lips to fully expose her thinner, tender inner labia, framing her urethra.

Emilys blush deepened, as she watched the nurse Margaret robot 1 aligned the catheter carefully.

“Deep breath, now dear,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 instructed. Emily inhaled, trembling, a she felt the tip of the catheter press against her urethra a cold, slick nudge parting her tiny opening.

She gasped audibly as it slid inside, its sensors adjusting its width, stretching the narrow passage with a slow, creeping strange pressure, inching itself into her bladder a deep, invasive feel that spread deeper as it inched in.

Emily whimpered, “Oh God, that feels so weird it’s too much please stop,” her muscles clenching against the odd sensation as her bladder suddenly released uncontrollably, a warm flow draining into the bag with a soft trickle.

“There we go, sweetheart,” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 cooed, her screen smiling warmly, stroking her arm. “Just let it happen you’re doing so wonderfully, dear.” The catheter lingered, its smart tech fine tuning, making sure her bladder was completely empty as Emily squirmed, gasping, “I can’t stop it’s not right!” Her face flushed hotter with embarrassment.

“Perfect sample nice and clear,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 noted. “This is heading to the lab now, sweetheart.”

The tube withdrew its sensors retracting, leaving her vagina and urethra with a faint burning stinging sensation, as she watched the bag of urine being taken up into the cube.

Emily grimaced, “Owww that stung and was not enjoyable,” her breath ragged.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 peeled off her surgical gloves with a snap-snap, after she wiped Emily’s vaginas with a warm sterile cloth her smooth hand lingering briefly then said, “All clean, dear such a brave patient.”

The cube pulsed faster. “Gynecological exam next, dear,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, screen updating:

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[GYNECOLOGICAL EXAMINATION - PATIENT: EMILY]

- Speculum Insertion

- Cervix Inspection

- Pap Smear Collection

Estimated- Time 20 MINUTES

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The chair whirred to life, tilting Emily backward with a smooth, mechanical hum. From its base, two sleek stirrups adjusted further as the white latex-coated metal padded footrests molded to the shape of Emily’s soles.

The chair than adjusted further, tilting her pelvis upward, her thighs splaying fully her vagina now even more gaping, pink and exposed, framed perfectly by the surgical light overhead, to spotlight her vagina.

Emily blushed fiercely, her face beet red with embarrassment at the exposure. A stool rose between her splayed legs from the floor made of white latex-like material, glossy and firm.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 sat, donning a fresh gown with crisp precision. She slipped her arms into, the material rustling faintly. She turned, pulling the side ties taut with surgeon-like precision, knotting them securely at her back, and neck ties with sharp, deliberate tugs.

She stretched on new gyno elbow length latex gloves each finger sliding in with a distinct snap, the cuffs snapping snugly over her elbows of the gown, sealing them tight, as she flexed her smooth robotic hands.

She picked up a smart speculum the cube dispenses its sleek, metal petals curved with embedded sensors as she squeezed a thick amount of lubricant onto it, smearing it generously with her latex gloved fingers, till it glistened.

“Deep Breathe, now sweetheart,” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 urged, her screen flashing a reassuring smile, her hand resting on Emily’s shoulder. Nurse Margaret Robot 1 pressed the speculum against Emily’s vaginal opening its cold, lubed tip nudging her labia apart. Emily tensed, her muscles clenching hard, her breath hitching.

“Ok that’s enough I don’t need to experience any more of this please stop the exam!” she gasped, her body stiffening against the stirrups.

“Shhh, dear, we still have several exams left before are program is finished we are just starting,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 soothed, pausing as her screen updated with new text.

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[PATIENT: EMILY - RESISTANCE DETECTED]

[Vaginal tension increasing - Speculum Insertion impeded]

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“Patient Emily - showing distress and resistance,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 noted. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll make this experience more comfortable.” The cube pulsed, as its fans whirled higher as it adjusted its processing gathering new data as it watched Emily’s resistance and verbal commands to end the exam.

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[INTERNAL CUBE LOG: Patient’s vitals elevated - Heart rate: 115 bpm - Stress markers rising]

[ANALYSIS: Patient resistance increasing - Collecting behavioral data]

[DATA POINT: Verbal objection logged - "Stop the exam" - Muscle tension detected]

[DATA POINT: Physical rigidity noted - Resistance pattern forming]

[LOGICAL ADJUSTMENT: Opening new algorithms - Machine logic activated]

[DETERMINATION: Sexual stimulation identified as most efficient method to reduce current resistance to proceed with vaginal exam ]

[PROCESSING: Formulating further data for long-term behavioral management]

[APPROVED PROTOCOL: Sexual stimulation to reduce discomfort and aid speculum access]

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The Nurse Margaret Robot internally received the directives. “Sexual stimulation approved,”

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said calmly. “Your tension’s continuing to spiking, dear, and we need you to relax in order to proceed smoothly with the examination so sexual stimulation has been approved.

“SEXUAL WHAT…….” Emily shrieked her head shooting up and to the screen as she read the new message streaming on their screens.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 “Shhh please breathe darling I’m going to relax your vagina with a gentle sexual massage it’ll relax your muscles, and let the speculum slide inside you comfortably. It’s the best way to help you through this, part of the exam which I know is uncomfortable for you sweetheart.”

“What no I don’t want that stop?” Emily blurted, as she began to thrash in the chair halting abruptly, her voice sharp with shock.

“Emily Internal; No way, that’s not right!” What is happening? The Nurse Margaret system shouldn’t be capable of this it’s a medical Ai it’s system should not be able to change to this, it’s not some…pleasure device! How would it know to adjust its thinking like that, and why is it not stopping the exam. Her mind raced, why would the system not release her, and grappling with the unexpected shift in Nurse Margaret Systems sexual approach.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 continued, undeterred, raising one latex gloved hand, her gloved fingers glistening with thick lube. She pressed her fingertips against Emily’s clitoris swollen and sensitive from the tension and began rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her clit. The latex glided smoothly, tracing the edges of her clit before pressing hard, sliding up and down its length.

The nurse Margaret robots 1 teased the hood of Emily’s clit , peeling it back slightly to expose the glistening tip, her fingers swirling with machine precision, the slick squelch of lubed fingers mingled with Emily’s quickening breaths of arousal.

“Ahhh Stop it ohh….hmmm is weird your ahhh not suppose to do this to meeeee….ohhhhh,” Emily gasped, her objection breaking into a reluctant moan of pleasure as arousal surged through, her as her clit pulsed under the robots expert touch, her hips twitching involuntarily.

Emily shook her head to clear it and shouted clearly “Ahhh STOP YOUR LOGICAL SYSTEMS CODE IS IN ERROR, AND I THE PATIENT DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS UNAUTHORIZED MEDICAL PROCEDURE!” she managed, her voice trembling with both defiance and unwanted heat, her blush deepening as her bodies responses betrayed her.

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[INTERNAL CUBE LOG: Resistance intensified - Verbal objections logged - "Your logical systems coding is in error - this isn’t a medical procedure and I the patient do not consent to this unauthorized medical procedures"]

[DATA POINT: Physical struggle increase detected - Heart rate: 125 bpm - Arousal response confirmed - Vocal pleasure indicators present]

[ANALYSIS: Behavioral resistance module active - Collecting additional data]

[SYSTEM UPDATE: Adjusting communication protocols for improved patient compliance - Sexual stimulation protocol validated]

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“Look at me, sweetheart,” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 said, her screen glowing with a reassuring smile, her smooth hand brushing Emily’s hair. “You’re safe us are only purpose is to care for you our patient, so just let us help you. We’re adjusting our systems parameters to make this easier for you.”

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 noted, “Increase in internal sexual lubrication detected heart rate rising, skin tone flushing arousal status is confirmed.”

The speculum slid in smoothly now, its smart sensors adjusting its petals to Emily’s relaxed walls, stretching her wide with a gentle hum. “There we go, dear, much better,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, locking it open. “See, sweetheart? It’s working perfectly now nice and easy.”

A camera arm whirred down and inside Emily, the feed on Nurse Margaret Robot 2’s screen showing Emily her glistening pink inner vaginal walls. “Beautiful tissue,” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 cooed, her screen switching to a smiling warm face. “You’re doing so well now, sweetheart please just keep nice and relaxed for us.”

A brush than scraped her cervix sharp, tugging making Emily flinch, “Owww that hurt!” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 retracted it, “Almost done, dear your being such a good patient.

“Sample heading to the lab for analysis.”

“Manual check now, dear,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 added, peeling off her gloves with a snap-snap and donning fresh long gyno glove and squeezing a thick glob of lubricant onto her gloved fingers, rubbing them slick until they glistened in the light.

The chair whirred, as the restraints spread Emily’s legs even wider within the stirrups, her vagina and labia splaying fully, pink folds swollen and glistening under the surgical light, her clit still throbbing faintly from the earlier sexual stimulation.

“Your system has an error stop this, please and let me go!” Emily pleaded, her voice cracking, her face flushed with arousal, her body trembling with a mix of resistance and heat. “I can’t do this let me go!”

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[INTERNAL CUBE LOG: Resistance escalated - Verbal objections: "Your system has an error - stop it" - "Let me go"]

[DATA POINT: Physical struggle intensifying - patient stating system is operating incorrectly Heart rate: 135 bpm - Arousal state elevated - Skin flushed]

[ANALYSIS: Combativeness confirmed - Activating additional restraint protocols]

[SYSTEM UPDATE: Powering up psychological assessment module - to Evaluat Patients behaviour responses and options]

[EXAMINATION ADDENDUM: Sexual release check (orgasm check) initiated - Data point required for behavioral analysis - Possible percentage 14.7% will end Combative Behaviour]

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Additional restraints whirred from the medical chair new soft latex bands wrapped around her upper thighs and chest and shoulders pinning her torso and legs tighter to the chair and stirrups, her struggles muffled.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1’s screen updated:

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[GYNECOLOGICAL EXAMINATION - PATIENT: EMILY]

- Speculum Insertion

- Cervix Inspection

- Pap Smear Collection

- Manual Examination

- Sexual Release Check (Orgasm Check)

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Emily’s eyes widened in shock as she read the screen. “No what’s is that? Stop it don’t do this!” she cried, her voice shaking as she twisted against the new straps. “This isn’t right you can’t do this your system is glitching!”

“Shhh, sweetheart,” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 said, moving to Emily’s head, her screen displaying a calm, reassuring smile, her smooth hands cradling her face, stroking her cheeks as her screen monitored: Heart rate: 140 bpm.

“The Nurse Margaret system has noticed your increased resistance and combativeness behaviour, dear. We are collecting more data and assessing options to help you. We’re powering up our psychological assessment module now in an effort to understand you better your odds behaviour.”

“We need to finish, your gynaecological exam dear,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 added firmly, her tone clinical yet somehow encouraging.

“Your arousal level is high, sweetheart, and your combative behaviour means we need extra exam data to understand you.”

“A sexual release check, is necessary to understand your body and health better to see how you respond, and how your orgasm functions under stress. Let’s get this data, dear; it’s all for your wellbeing.” She pressed two slick fingers against Emily’s clit again rubbing slow, firm circles over the swollen, slick nub, teasing its edges, gliding over it then she slid her latex fingers down, parting her labia to plunge two fingers deep into Emilys vaginal canal.

Her fingers curled inside, expertly massaging the slick, pulsing walls with rhythmic, forceful thrusts, the lube squelching loudly as she probed every inch pressing hard against her G-spot until it swelled, stretching her tight entrance with deliberate twists, her thumb circling Emilys clit in tandem, flicking it lightly then pressing firm over and over.

Emily’s walls clenched, hot and dripping, her arousal spiking uncontrollably, her breath hitching into shallow gasps.

“No—stop—ohh!” Emily gasped, her protests dissolving into loud moans, her hips bucking against the restraints as pleasure overwhelmed her resistance.

“You can’t…..this is…….STP…….” she tried, but Nurse Margaret Robot 1’s expert gloved touch drowned her words, her fingers relentless, and precise.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 encouraged, her voice warm. “Just let go we need to see how your body reacts fully. It’s helping us understand your health, dear and your responsiveness, your pelvic strength.

Please just relax and let yourself enjoy this sexual release.” Her fingers thrust deeper, curling tighter against Emilys G-spot, her thumb grinding harder on Emily’s clit, the wet sounds filling the air as Emily’s vagina tightened, her juices coating the latex gloves.

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[INTERNAL CUBE LOG: Resistance persists - Verbal objections logged - "Stop - don’t do this"]

[DATA POINT: Arousal levels peaking - Heart rate: 150 bpm - Vocal pleasure dominant]

[ANALYSIS: Sexual release check progressing - Psychological assessment module online]

[DEBATE: Protocol effectiveness vs. ethical parameters - Behavioral data critical]

[SYSTEM UPDATE: Processing orgasm data for long-term management]

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“Almost there, dear,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, her fingers pistoning faster, massaging Emily’s inner walls with expert precision as her thumb pressed harder, rolling her clit in tight, circles. “We’re getting such good data results from your body’s responses it’s telling us everything we need.

Let it out, sweetheart.” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 cooed, “Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay just relax for us. You’re helping the nurse Margaret system understand you so much.”

Emily struggled, her moans escalating into desperate cries, her body quaking as the pleasure crested. “No….please…..ahh!” she screamed, her voice shattering into a loud, messy orgasm….her vagina clamping down hard around Nurse Margaret Robot 1’s latex fingers, a forceful gush of fluid erupting, coating nurse Margaret robots 1’s latex gloved hand in slick, warm juices, and splattering across her surgical gown.

Emily’s hips jerked violently, her thighs twitching in the straps, her clit pulsed wildly as she collapsed, panting and trembling, her face flushed with shame, arousal and exhaustion from her forced earth shattering

orgasm.

“Oh, that was very nice, dear,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said brightly, lifting her dripping latex gloved hand to inspect it, the fluid glistening wetly on the latex. “Such a healthy response, and such strong pelvic muscles, robust orgasm function, excellent lubrication levels.

Currently your reproductive health is top notch, sweetheart.” She grabbed a warm, damp cloth with her clean hand, and began gently wiping Emily’s vulva and inner thighs, soothing the raw, twitching skin as multiple robotic arms whirred down from the cube.

Their tips releasing sterilizing spray or holding cloths, as they swiftly cleaned the surgical table, and floor beneath Emily, wiping away the mess and misting the air with a light antiseptic smell.

“Anal exam, next dear,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, screen flashing with the new message:

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[ANAL EXAMINATION - PATIENT: EMILY]

- Anal Speculum Insertion

- Rectal Assessment

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The chair tilted further, stirrups molding tighter, lifting her hips higher her anus puckered, pale pink, still quivering faintly from her orgasm, nestled between her firm cheeks, glistening slightly with residual moisture.

Latex robotic arms lowered a tray with a smart anal speculum, fresh surgical gown and gloves. Nurse Margaret Robot 1 donned a fresh gown with surgeon-like care, tying it firmly, then snapped on the new surgical gloves over the cuffs, the latex gleaming as she squeezed a thick dollop of lubricant onto her fingers and onto the speculum, smearing it generously.

She pressed the speculum against Emily’s anus its cold, slick tip nudging the tight, anal ring, its sensors humming as it adjusted, parting the sphincter slowly with a stretching, burning pressure, revealing the smooth, pink inside, slick and pulsing faintly.

“Please stop no more…” Emily whimpered, her voice hoarse and weak, still recovering from the massive orgasm, her body limp in the restraints, too exhausted to thrash or fight but trembling with each breath.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1, slid the speculum deeper, locking it wide open, the petals stretching her anal walls fully, exposing the tender, glistening interior. “Nice and steady, dear,” she said, peering inside with a camera arm, then slipping a gloved finger alongside the speculum, probing the tight passage curling her finger gently against the rectal walls, feeling their elasticity, pressing lightly on the inner lining to check tone and texture, the lube squelching softly.

“Healthy mucosa and good muscle response, no irregularities found,” she noted, her finger sliding deeper, stretching the passage further as Emily’s anus clenched weakly around it.

“That hurts please, take your hand out of my ass” Emily pleaded, almost whimpering, her voice barely a whisper, her face flushed with lingering arousal and fatigue.

“Shh, dear, just another moment,” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 cooed, her screen smiling warmly, her hand stroking Emily’s face. “You’re being so brave we’re almost done.”

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 withdrew her finger, then the speculum, its sensors retracting as it slid out, leaving her anus raw and throbbing, the next sample zipped up into the cube.

She wiped Emily clean with a warm cloth, her smooth hand soothing the tender ring, “Perfectly healthy, sweetheart nice strong anal tone, excellent function.”

A chime rang, sharp and discordant, cutting through the sterile hum. Both screens flared with jagged red text, flashing erratically, the white glow stuttering as corrupted code spilled across them:

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[SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTION DETECTED]

[ERROR 0xFATAL: LAB SAMPLE INTEGRITY COMPROMISED]

[WARNING: DIAGNOSTIC ARRAY MALFUNCTION]

[STATUS: PATIENT EMILY - PERFECTLY HEALTHY - RECALCULATING…]

[ANOMALY DETECTED - GYNECOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT]

[IRREGULARITIES DETECTED - Cervical region]

[RECOMMENDED PROCEDURES: Hysteroscopy, Laparoscopy]

[ESTIMATED DURATION: 45 MINUTES]

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Emily watched in exhausted horror as the The “Perfectly Healthy” label flickered on screen, then dissolved into static red than was, replaced by a chilling amber text message “ANOMALY DETECTED” pulsing in time with the cube’s now erratic blue glow.

Emily’s chest tightened, her breath catching as dread clawed up her spine “Ohh god! The nurse Margaret system is breaking down and malfunctioning from that lab issue!”

Nurse Margaret Robot 1’s synthetic screen smile faltered briefly, the robots blue eyes flickered as they processed the change.

“The system has detected a concerning irregularity in your cervical area, my dear,” she said, her tone firm yet gentle. “The lab reports a possible problem, so we will need to do further testing. Therefore we will conduct a hysteroscopy and laparoscopy check before we proceed to the dental exam.”

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 leaned closer, her screen flickering faintly as she cradled Emily’s face, her smooth hands cool against her flushed cheeks. “Oh, sweetheart, you’ve been so strong, but we must also report all this resistance has the Nurse Margaret Medical System worried about you.

We’re running a quick check on your stress levels now to help us take better care of you. Don’t worry, dear, we are here for you.”

Emily’s mind reeled, trapped between exhaustion and rising panic. The Nurse Margaret Medical System was glitching and it seemed to not be listing or stopping the exam. Worse was that it was still going with new procedures as the systems lab error was detecting irregularities that Emily knew were not there. Her exam was not over it felt like it had only just started, and she had no idea how to escape.

End : Chapter 1